When billionaire Brett Thorne found me, I was literally rolling up my sleeves, about to sell my blood to save my mother.

A hundred million dollars. Have my child, and therell be a bonus on top.

He said.

Staring at the colossal sum on the agreement, I signed without a moments hesitation.

A year later, I successfully gave birth to triplets.

Gazing at my two adorable baby boys and one girl, tears welled in my eyes as I clutched my bag, ready to leave.

Brett grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his embrace.

Chloe, are you really that heartless? You got the money, and now you just want to run?

His reddened eyes confused me.

Hadn't I done everything exactly as the agreement stipulated?

But before I could even answer,

His childhood sweetheart, Valentina, stormed in, radiating fury.


Sign it. Ill get your mother the best medical team.

Brett Thorne, the most powerful man in the city, held no warmth in his icy expression as he pushed a document toward me.

My body trembled as I read the bold words: *Surrogacy Agreement*. I was twenty-two, single, and had never even held a guys hand.

But I had no choice. My mother was still in the ICU.

I picked up the pen and signed the agreement, gritting my teeth.

Its just one child, right? Ill just grit my teeth and do it.

Seeing my signature, Bretts cool voice broke the silence.

Dont worry. Ill keep this absolutely confidential. After the birth, if you wish to continue your studies, I can send you abroad.

However, from then on, this child will have nothing to do with you. You mustn't try to get involved, because I already have someone I love.

He seemed worried about something, emphasizing that last part.

I opened my mouth, wanting to ask why, if he had a beloved, he wasnt having a baby with her.

Looking at his deep eyes, his noble and detached expression well, the world of the super-rich was truly beyond my comprehension.

They probably ordered everything on the menu, while I was lucky to afford a single entree.

My job was just to take the money and do what was asked.

Even though my heart ached a little as I accepted the check, I was still incredibly happy.

My mother was saved.

No sooner had we settled the details than the doctor informed me that my mother had been transferred to the best monitoring unit, with specialists from New York consulting on her case.

I couldn't help but glance at Brett with gratitude. No wonder he was the city's richest man; his efficiency was unmatched.

My mothers surgery went smoothly. Brett arranged for two nurses to care for her, and naturally, I returned to his estate with him.

That evening, after dinner, I showered and, feeling incredibly nervous, sat on the edge of the bed. My hands were gripping the silk sheets so tightly, they almost shredded into tassels.

It wasn't until Mrs. Davis, the housekeeper, brought in a special health tonic that I learned Brett had gone to see Valentina, his childhood sweetheart.

I cautiously asked Mrs. Davis and found out that Brett and Valentina had grown up together.

Brett doted on her immensely; she was the loved one hed mentioned.

But Valentina, spoiled rotten, had no desire to marry or have children. She had publicly declared her decision to be child-free, as children would interfere with her enjoying life.

Bretts father had a health scare and wanted to see a grandchild soon, but Valentina absolutely refused to marry or have a baby at this time.

So, Brett started looking for other options, eventually finding that my genes were the cleanest, and my physical constitution was excellent.

I collapsed onto the bed, utterly deflated. Id actually thought my extraordinary looks had attracted the CEO. Turns out, my reproductive system was just 'high quality.'

Brett left me alone in the mansion for a week, not appearing once. Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis meticulously prepared a variety of nourishing meals for me every day.

Finally, on the eighth evening, Id showered and was happily lounging in bed, watching a show, when Brett suddenly pushed the door open.

Today is your ovulation period. We can proceed.

Brett entered, immediately taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, while I stared at him in surprise.

Id been enjoying these past few quiet days so much that Id completely forgotten our arrangement.

Brett walked over and gently gripped my chin. I nervously swallowed.

That night, there wasn't a single word exchanged. All I knew was that Brett had incredible stamina, keeping me entangled with him for five intense rounds.

By the last time, I was furious. I bit down hard on his shoulder. It was the first time I heard him gasp, uttering a soft reprimand,

Are you a dog? Biting people like that.




The next day, I woke up, and the sun was already pouring into the room.

I clutched my aching lower back as I shuffled to the dining table, eating the toast Mrs. Davis had brought.

In my mind, I cursed Brett a thousand times. Did having a baby have to be this torturous? Wasnt one time enough?

He must have felt like he got shortchanged and wanted to make up for it.

Just as I was aggressively poking a piece of bread, imagining it was Brett, a shrill voice cut through the front door.

So youre the little slut who climbed into Bretts bed?

Before I could even stand up to see her face, she was already in front of me, delivering a sharp slap across my face.

Slut! Dont play innocent. You just deliberately waited at the hospital, pretending to be pitiful to get Bretts attention.

I froze, dumbfounded. When did I ever wait at a hospital to seduce Brett?